ANCIENT HISTORY, PRESENCE FROM ONE ZYGOTE TO THE CORPSE #IAmWhatIAm #Popeye @Robin_Williams #RIP #DirtyCocaineLocalAnathesia #CasteSystemIsAlive

HERE IS YOUR MOTHER, YOU WON'T BE GOING BACK!

Words are up and down from the first to the final utterance of the gasp of champions & a big girl scout

All are here and now with or without me and you, on the dirty rocks and wasted gas drops, the H2O's

Dying young and free and never to be eaten by another hungry meat eatin' bone crusher, be holy moles

Underground or in deep caves with hidden entrances and invisible exits, only one way in, no way out.

Honey I don't call you in the fine dream of my sleeping mind of subjects and my Aristotelian pedagogy

In the Platonic Forms I find the Good is what was, long before I came to evolve from One egg, I'm free

My mother and father had no inkling of why they did the deed, the dirty dog which I'm so grateful for

It meant a lot to me that you both enjoyed yourselves and had the wettest dream you'd ever had before.

I saw the objects & I made them my subjects, became blinded by the lights & the sound drove me deaf

Hungry still for the knowledge & wisdom that does nobody any good, bad or ugly, it's so insane, laugh

If you don't you'll cry & run clear out of the crocodile tears that came from feeling changes attitude, see

Struggle for existence of me, myself and who I am, I made it up out of the thin air, Aloha to my Hawaii.

When we were young, of course we wanted to get big and get old but we wanted everything, Our Way

If you didn't want to or you don't want to continue the play on the stage, there's always the finale to play

You and I have no choice in the matter, it's not the Will to Power or the wannabe mockery of the herd

Your mama just wanted you to live & stay alive long enough to help her get buried, a woke, eaten bird.

Among your herd of local yocals and the outsiders allowed to participate in the lynch mobs and wakes

Here is some software for your Russian Troll boiler rooms, hundreds of them coming for your marbles

Heavy metals and filthy dirt are all that's left of the Supernova that may be the origin and news fakes

On the way to the mistakes of the random recombination of DNA genes, a narrow way's axis wobbles.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Monday, Blowvember 16th, 2020 A.D. @ 8:88 AMPST

{  Drafted in my mind and bled on the web this AM while listenin' to #Cocaine @EricClapton #RoyalAlbertHall link @ https://youtu.be/0kie9hvmClE }

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SUNDOWN'S EVENED SCORES, #NoLosers #BanginHeads

SUNDOWN'S EVENED SCORES, NO SOUL, SHE'S GONE, LAST CALL...

Found my way all the way back to the wreck I caused, too fast for the curve, before I knew I was Love

Can't get over the ill & the well from infancy through celibacy unto the corpus dilecti's derelict shove

Into a fire, into the light where I will carry on the fight to become the blown atoms of my father's skies

Off into the wild blue yonder for a spell, havin' record decades, fruits of the loom, what it is, wall flies.

Buzzin' 'round in circles, lookin' for a landing spot, middle of the mix, always a cowboy for the brides

No slippers, no socks, covered metatarsals without thinking, just a reflex to keep the feet on the ground

Charms come from every direction of the 360 degrees around my head, blew my Chevy and Ford rides

Left the girls for the force of the air, scratched my head when they cut my hair, a buzz cut head around.

Bums and junkies pumpin' veins full of garbage from the junk of humanity, rat poison for the minions

Addicted to the air first, then the milk, then the water and then well, the sky is the limit for the unions

Getting the minimums and maximums in the middle of the high rises and the country bumpkins buzzin'

Round squares that spin quicker than the blocks where me & Jenny hung on corners, ideas on lovin'.

Tattoos up and down my arms that reach for you and you are all gone, like you were never here at all

Welcome to come back any time in Space you want to have me feel you in the darkest joint you bawl

One stop & one stop is all there is in the Finale of the games, the moves, the checks for all my mates

Following my way into the middle of this menudo of flesh and bone, I am the sole soul, creepin' fates.

I know what it sounds like to feel the way blindly without any clear light, not even black light glows

For whom it may concern, a word will become the where-with-all to smack the balls, knee in the nuts

Make certain that attention is paid to the moment and nothing but the moment, you'll know it all flows

Up and down the river, out to the sea and recycled in the gases that rise to heaven & back to Earth ruts.

Sea foam smells of the living and the dead, the One and the Many that dream for the sake of the silence

Words empty of the means and ways of generation and annihilation until a final titillation's mutilation

No gas coming in or going out of the field of my dream, heart and soul agape awaiting a step beyond It

Never to be and never to see ever again, what it means to be a human, a man, when I knew, I just shat.

Monsters all dead in the end, my father in heaven murdered them all to protect me from being Essene

Talking King Kong gorillas and Godzilla lizards to teach divinity's way of a Hollywood & Vine scene

Movies, silent and talkies, show the innocent how to repeat the same thing, ad infinitum to a rock beat

Where it goes & why it goes here, there, she slapped me, nothing but a cracked egg in Love's gas heat.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, Blovember 15th, 2020 A.D.  

{ Jammed lightin' 'em up & knockin' 'em backto #KnockinBoots @ https://youtu.be/Ioz93bSi2uc }

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Whitey, the Black Knight's chess checkmate! @EricChurch #RecordYear2020 @Santana #EveryYearRecordYear

SOUL AIN'T INSIDE, WHAT IT IS CAN'T BE!

Got the juke box on, reminds me why I came down

At bottoms up, honky tonk, under a neon slip sloop

Spinnin' on an imaginary dreamer's wedding gown

She loves it more than a cosmic ape's chicken soup.

Tell me it is going to be alright before I die, alright

I will say the world is a vision in a category of light

From a holy one to the dirty one, I'm everyone son

On my side, I'm gonna lie until I see infrared's gun

Two souls on either side of the Mason-Dixon line's fire

Particular subject and object without a predication sir

Points of order and mass of chaos with or without wings

Choirboys, altarboys, paperboy badboys' nailin' things

Mummies and the unseen buried and burned, all are One

In and out of the might jelly and jam just ain't no fun

Independence at the dawn of gold shining, scam of sins

Monday to a last gasp in a maze of token bones' slogans

One headlight and no taillight to make the journey Zen

Morons and idiots have the final say in holy dreamin'

To the rhythm and rhyme of the back beat's drummin'

Winding on down the road, shadows long then it's done.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Saturday, November 14th, 2020 A.D. @ 4:44 PMPST

{ Jammed out while enjoyin' the @Devadip @CarlosSantana LIVE on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/JAsfAuvFvh8 }

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